The Mark of 2015

I love fresh starts. I love clear ends. This may be why I love the New Year. One thing is definitively over and new thing is clearly beginning. I often take New Year’s Eve to look back at the last year lived as well as look ahead to what is to come. Last year at this time I was anxiously awaiting Zealand’s birth. Desperation to rid myself of the beach ball that had taken up residence under my clothes was what I was most looking forward to. He graciously made his appearance 26 days into this year much to my surprise seeing that it was only one day past my due date and he came on his own. (Not something that had happened ever before) Continue reading